I shake my head, absolutely miserable. “I just needed to know. We needed to know. But I don’t believe it excuses anything.”
“You didn’t even give me a chance to agree.” Sinclair bites, and even though he’s furious, he doesn’t seem to be able to resist touching me. He slides his powerful hand around my nape, applying gentle pressure that somehow steadies and thrills me.
“I did,” I insist, licking my lips. “I tried to talk to you but you wouldn’t listen.”
“You didn’t,” he corrects firmly, stroking the side of my neck with his thumb – pure dominant affection. “Not the way you talked to the others, you assumed I couldn’t be objective about you.”
A flash of defiance sparks in my chest, and I notch my chin up, trying to match his scowl. “Was I wrong?”
I can feel his wolf fighting for contr
